Susan

Before Gina can leave to go to the school bud she feels a hand lifting up her skirt for a second. She turns around but to her surprise finds nobody there.

By now she’s starting to wonder about that curse.

But before she can think much about it her friend Susan walks inside without knocking.

“Hey Gina. The car’s ready. I assumed you didn’t want to take the bus.”

That was true. Gina wasn’t a big fan of the bud with everyone else on it.

“Sure-“

Before she can finish she gasps as she feels an invisible hand rub her pussy.

“Gina?” Asks Susan worried.

“N-nothing,” says Gina, keeping in a moan as the ghost keeps rubbing her pussy.

“Okay…” mutters Susan, not wanting to push lest Gina get angry.

“Just give me a minute. Go put my stuff in the car or something.”

Susan walks forward to grab Gina’s stuff but barely makes it a step before Gina’s skirt and panties are both pulled down.

“What the fuck?” Yells Susan.